THE SPANISH MIRACLE
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My Spanish miracle occurred in the late summer of 1960 just after my ship docked in the Spanish port of Vigo. As my parents were ardent Republicans I had been led to believe that any brush with the law merited death at dawn after torture.
Such thoughts weren’t far from my mind as during a stroll through the port’s working-class areas we engaged in an impromptu game of street football with several Spanish youngsters.
Francisco Franco in Barcelona,1970.
As we sailors kicked the ball from wall to wall and got the better of the younger Spanish kids my sea-eye spotted approaching Spanish police.
The sight of their pea soup green uniforms and their black tricorne caps (gorra) chilled…
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